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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 9, 2008 20:05:43 GMT -8
“No, I’m not Shadow.” Sheik said heavily. He was heartily ashamed of himself now; she had a right to kill him if she wanted to. Right there on the spot he made a mental vow to himself that after she was healed he would let her go and never try to claim her again. “I’m going to have to dig you out.” He said, not knowing what else to say. He put on hard strong hoof into the mess of rocks and pulled. He felt pain in the coronet band and, as the rocks came further up, his fetlock joint. Groaning, he reached his hoof in again for another pull. Amazing, the pain.
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 17, 2008 17:34:24 GMT -8
Black Jewel breathed heavily, still lingering in her memory, but regaining some of her strength. She kicked her legs and tried to pull herself up, but failed and fell down the few inches she'd risen.
"I can...I can get out myself," she said determinedly, trying to find her footing on the shaky ground.
(Sorry it took me so long! I just couldn't get any inspiration...and its still bad.)
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 18, 2008 18:27:23 GMT -8
((it's ok I can completely understand.))
"You've got multiple broken bones." Sheik protested. He reached forward and pulled another hoof full of rocks towards him, clearing a place where he could hopefully pull her through. A few more sharps shards cut him in places. But he gritted his teeth and ignored the pain, reaching for another, and another. Finally, he had cleared a path big enough for a very skinny horse.
"I'll pull you through." He said, "Then we can get onto smoother and kinder ground." He said, by now everything under his kees was flecked with blood, as if he had been cut in many places by shards of glass.
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Post by Black Jewel on Jan 28, 2008 19:19:08 GMT -8
"My...bones...aren't...broken!" she seethed desperately, even though, from the searing pain, she knew some of them were. But she couldn't tell which, for the pain seemed consistent throughout her, and she knew she couldn't have broken all of her bones. She thought maybe some bones in her legs and possibly her shoulders also, seeing as that was where she had collided with the ground, but she stubbornly stopped trying. She had the annoying habit of never admiting her pain, especially not to stallions.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Jan 29, 2008 11:20:16 GMT -8
"Oh shut up about the bones and let me help you." Sheik said in frustration. "Can't you see I'm not going to hurt you? No ma'am, far from it. So just cooperate and get this over with, it would make this entire operation a whole lot easier." Then he added in a calmer, more gentle voice. "For the record, I won't force you to join my herd, as soon as your wounds are healed, you may go wherever your heart pleases you. I should be hurt in your place. It's my fault you're in this mess. I don't expect forgiveness, I don't deserve it, but please allow me to correct my mistake as best I can."
He was pleading with her now, he felt horrible about what he had done to her, and just wanted to put it right, although he knew he didn't even deserve the privilege of doing that. He had gone through a large change recently. He had been humbled from a confident, self-adoring stallion to a humble, miserable beast.
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Post by Black Jewel on Feb 16, 2008 21:04:07 GMT -8
"No pain..." Jewel hissed, more to herself than the stallion, "No physical pain." She decided to try one last time to stand up. She placed her right foreleg on the somewhat flat ground in fron of her and tried some weight on it. Feeling no pain in the actual hoof, she tried her left leg, again, with good results. She heaved herself upwards once again, this time, she managed to stay up. But she was keeping weight completely off her left hind leg, and her front legs were wobbly, because both her shoulders and her chest felt a searing white hot pain in them.
"Move and I can take care of myself," she said, ignoring the gash in her flank and the dissying feeling she had.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Feb 19, 2008 11:33:49 GMT -8
"Oh come on." Sheik protested, "Any fool can see that you're in immense pain, please, at lean on me back on the way to Scorpio Cove, please?" He was pleading with her now, even if she could walk, she would be dead meat because of the mountain lions and other predators in the night. Not only would she be unable to escape if she needed to, but she would attract them.
"I'll let you have the nicest cave in the place until you're healed." He said, "Please, I'm begging you." He added.
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Post by Black Jewel on Feb 19, 2008 20:29:50 GMT -8
"Since I was three weeks old, I never had or needed anyone's help, and that's not going to change now," she said, more to herself than to the stallion. With scraping pain, she moved her left hoof forward. She was hoping to make it out of the rock field by the stallion, and by time, she also hoped he would forget her and leave. Then she would stop and just stay there the night. Then the next morning she could slowly make her way to a soft grazing land with water, and live her healing time there. Already she was planning, as her survival mind told her to do. With great effort, she made another step.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Feb 26, 2008 19:52:58 GMT -8
But Sheik was not convinced,
"So your mother weaned you when you were three weeks old?" He asked her, his voice volume escalating, he was getting annoyed with her resistance to being helped, but then again, why should she allow him to help her, it was he who ran her into the mess of rocks in the first place, but he was not going to take no for an answer.
"So you were never taught anything? You've been finding your own food and shelter ever since? Have you no herd and no relatives?" He asked her, trotting up to her once more.
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Post by Black Jewel on Feb 27, 2008 18:56:52 GMT -8
"Stallion, you have no idea what path you're treading," Jewel said in a hard, icy cold voice. Her eyes flashed dangerously.
"My mother was killed when I was three weeks old, my father was killed, my band was killed. Shadow was...was..." she stopped with a wavering voice, "Shadow was killed." Id they had not wandered so far...if the storm had never come...if she had only run faster...if the cougar never attacked...if her father had gone out to find them...no. Black Jewel had stopped wishing a long time ago.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Feb 28, 2008 10:14:40 GMT -8
Of course Sheik, being the doubting Thomas he was, did not believe a word of this. He knew it was impossible for any prey animal to survive on his or her own and much less a baby animal. Besides, instinct would kick in sooner or later, causing a lone horse to go crazy within a week. He was getting annoyed now with her, because he thought she was deliberately doing this to infuriate him.
"So, I am assuming you just found your own milk and weaned yourself at six months of age, according to schedule, you were able to escape the sharp-noised cougars? Are you even equine?" He asked her, hoping to chide her into spilling the truth.
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Post by Black Jewel on Mar 1, 2008 20:51:31 GMT -8
"I lived off the wild, and I survived," she said simply and coldly. She could hear the doubt in his voice and was infuriated with it.
"Move aside, stallion," she seethed as she took another painful step forward. She couldn't believe this stallion. Here he was, flounting the memory of the only horses she'd ever loved. It was an insult to their memory.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Mar 8, 2008 16:38:16 GMT -8
Sheik did not move.
"No." He said, "The last thing I am going to allow to happen id to have your tamping off into the sunset to who knows where in your present condition. Secondly. I do not believe you are telling the truth. Come on, you can tell me, I am not going to hurt you or your reputation." He said, his voice growing more gentle, though he stood there resolutely.
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Post by Black Jewel on Mar 9, 2008 16:38:52 GMT -8
“You really want to know, do you stallion?” The last thing she wanted to have to do was to relive it all, but more than that, she didn’t want the memories of her band to be insulted.
“I was born and raised in a well-off band. My father was powerful and strong. My mother was the lead mare, a rough, tough, but loving mare. I was spoiled when I was young, and I was allowed to do whatever I wanted. I could outrun the colts twice my age, and there was nothing I liked better than to show off in front of the whole band. Shortly after I was born, my father took in an abandoned blue roan colt, named Shadow. There was nothing we liked to do better than try to prove that we were better than the other one. We were at each other’s necks all day, racing, jumping, and shouting at each other,” she stopped to take a breath and sigh. “One day, when I was three weeks old, we were in a particularly exhilarating race. I was winning easily. We ran far away from the band, and near the border of the forest. I bumped ahead of Shadow quickly, when suddenly; I was stopped by the mountain and something else. A cougar was there, just about ready to pounce, when…Shadow jumping out of nowhere and ran in front of me. The cougar pounced on him and ripped off flesh. Together, we worked to make it go away, but Shadow used up what strength was left in him. Neither of us noticed that a storm was ravaging above, dangerously pelting rain down on us. I promised to go get father. I ran back to where the band was…but there was no band, only lightning-struck horses. In despair, I ran back to Shadow, but even before I got to him, I knew it was too late. I stalked off into the forest, where I learned to survive. I did wean myself, but much earlier. I would another band every once in awhile, but I would never join them. I lived in the woods until I was mature. Then I came out a survivor,” she finished, a dead solid look in her eye.
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Post by Sheik of the Sultan on Mar 10, 2008 20:20:50 GMT -8
Sheik was getting quite tired of all this nonsense. Why couldn't she just coroperate? Instead she had to make up a long yarn about how she had surived on her own in the woods, idiot, no equine could survive that long without going insane, at least when they were that young. Annoyed, he stamped his hoof against the ground and raised his voice, getting angry with her.
"Oh, you're a lovely story-teller, you know that? And, may I add that your tale was absolutely convincing and well-put together, it was amazing piece considering it was completely impromtu, I myself cannot make things up that fast on the spot." He snorted. He knew he was being very rude, but frankly, he didn't really care at the moment, all he knew was that he wanted to win this mare's trust more then anything in the world at that moment and she was hindering him at every turn. It was driving him insane!
"It was almost as if your tale sounded...real." He added scathingly as a final insult. He didn't think he was being cruel at all, he was just frustrated as he had tried every trick he knew, and none of them had worked. He was at the end of his rope, it was all going horribly wrong...
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